"Holy... shit. What's Vesta doing here?" 

Theo wasn't sure what he'd just walked in on, but Knox reeked of blood and cat and... Whoa. Just whoa. The skinny rat nudged his glasses back up his nose and grabbed the Jack and knife out of the kitchen. 

"Man, you're gonna bleed all the fuck over the chair - if we're gonna do surgery we should do it in the kitchen, c'mon." 

He wanted to check on Vesta - she worked at Skin Deep, she'd practically been running the place with Remi while he was on tour with the guys, but... Fuck. 

"What the fuck happened to her? And you?" Shit. Jesus fucking shit. Okay, he dropped the Jack and the knife off with Knox and took a few seconds to check on Vesta, to make sure she wasn't dead or comatose or whatever. Then, keeping an impressive poker face in place, he looked at Knox again. 

"Uhm. Are you gonna want help with that?"

Milo and Otis had just rolled back into town tonight, with the King leaving Otis behind so he could deal with some personal business. So Otis had made his way into the house, grumbling a greeting to anyone around before heading his way to the bathroom to soak his ass. Riding a motorcycle across the goddamn country was not easy, and don't let anyone tell you the fuck otherwise.

So before Knox crashed his way into the house, Otis was taking advantage of a big ass tub and then his very own big ass bed. Of course until all fuckin' hell broke loose.

"What the fuck...?" Shades and a pair of jeans were all the Big Ol' Rat had on when the crash bang boom of Knox's entrance occurred and he was making his way into the living room.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ.... " The scent of tiger and blood clung to the Asshole as he asked for a damn knife and some Jack.

"Shit, Pinky, Fric, calm the fuck down." The pair of them were like some goddamn silent movie bouncing around as they both tried to do the same thing.

"Pinky... deal with her." Gesturing to the figure Knox dumped on the couch. "Fric, get something to deal with the blood." He was already reaching for his phone to call Milo, hitting the speed dial with one hand as he moved to the front windows, peering out into the night.

"Milo… Knox is trying to pry a fuckin' silver bullet out with a damn kitchen knife and stinkin' the house up with tiger scent… and he knocked Fric & Frak's human out on his way here for some fuckin' reason." He nodded at the response, closing the phone and slipping it back in his pocket.

"Milo's on his way. What the fuck did you get into?" A glance sent Knox's way before his gaze shifted back to the street, looking for any sign that they might have a siege to deal with.

"Otis, I know her, I've got this." He'd let Remi and Otis play doctor or whatever. He was happy to stay the fuck out of the way and stay near Vesta on the couch. "It's Vesta," he said when Remi asked about her. With all the stronger scents in the air, it kind of wasn't surprising the Irish artist hadn't caught a real wiff of her, and the angle wasn't all that great to see her. 

He figured maybe a familiar face or two would be helpful when Vesta came to, considering the shit that had apparently gone down. 

While the surgery commenced over on the recliner, he got up and ducked back into the kitchen to get a bottle of water and a bottle of Advil: both for Vesta. She didn't look too bad, but he didn't know exactly what had happened to her, either, and Knox was spoiling for a fight. The skinny rat didn't generally back down, but he also wasn't fucking stupid and had way more survival instinct that his brother did. He'd seen what Knox had done to Otis. He was staying the fuck over here. At least Milo was back in town. 

He waved a hand at Theo when he and Remi switched jobs from what he said. Honestly, he didn't give a fuck as long as everything was dealt with.

Remi's reactions had him shaking his head though, between the blood and Knox's fuckin' aggression they were all on the fuckin' edge.

"Take a damn fuckin' chill pill Pinky." Arrowing a glance at her before focusing back on Knox. "This shit again? What the fuck asshole? I've been the out of fuckin' town with the Boss so let's not start the shit about who's followin' fuckin' orders again. No one said shit to me about goddamn tigers bein' involved with Tommy's bit of fluff and her damn rugrat." Hell, if they had shit would have been handled a lot fuckin' different as far as he was concerned.

"At least those damn pussies thought you were more interesting then the kid, that's for damn sure." He glanced back at the other rat, lips twisting in a smirk, "Four of them? Good thing you got long ass legs." Yeah, he was bustin' chops but there was a layer of respect there as well. Taking on four tigers on your own was nothin' to shake your dick at after all.

"Look assholes," yes, he meant pretty much all of them, "This is no fuckin' time to go at each others' throats, last fuckin' think Milo is going to want to see when he gets his ass in the goddamn door is us ripping each other to goddamn shreds." OK, that was supposed to be a calming voice of reason but yeah, it came out as a snarl.

He shifted position to keep an eye out along the front of the house while not putting his back to any of them because, well, at the moment he was half expecting to get fuckin' blindsided again. "Actin' like a bunch of damn kids." Muttering under his breath.

-The call from Otis had roused he and Jessica from bed.  While he din't like being made to drag his carcass out of bed, the fact that they were in bed to begin with meant that shit had gone well.  Jessica held on tight as he pushed the Chopper to maximum speed.  He hadn't needed to hear the whole story to know that they needed to get there five minutes ago.  Why was it that when the rats got together there was always blood involved?-

"Ready for the circus babe?" -Pulling the bike into the driveway he could smell blood from here and feel the agitated energy of the Rodere inside.  Letting Jessie climb off the bike he swatted her ass.- "You go on in.  I want to check around out here real fast."

-Jessie was a doctor, so he sent her in to check on any wounded.  Waiting until she went in the house he dismounted from the bike and stood in the driveway a moment with his eyes closed.  Opening his senses he felt for anything out of place.  Knox had said tigers, and he felt for them in the surroundings.  Whoever the fucks were they were keeping their distance, but his rat gave a slow seething hiss of warning.  It was a threat, and a promise.  Whoever had done this, could consider this an act of war.-

-When Otis joined him out front he turned his lime green eyes on the other rat and started walking towards him.- "Give me the stats." -He would let Otis fill him in so that he had at least a little background before going inside.- "If the cops are there just keep your distance and try Tommy on his cell.  If you can get him out of there, do it."

When Knox started talking about fire, well, that was enough to make Otis stop and start some serious cursing..... not his normal every day shit.

"Bitch mother fucker, goddamn what the fuck are we fuckin' into." The words came out in a snarl, for once he and Knox were completely on the same fuckin' page. 

"I got no fuckin' clue about this shit. I half though this bullshit was all a custody fuckin' issue or because she's a goddamn cop. Who the fuck knew who she's pissed of it you get my fuckin' drift." And yeah, he hadn't been all that thrilled to find that out about her. "Fuck."

When Knox's mentioned about someone going to meet Tommy he nodded an agreement. Mark your fuckin' calendars, that's twice in one day that they agreed on something. "I'm on it." He left his position at the window only long enough to get his boots, vest and hat and a couple of special toys just so he could play reach out and touch someone if the goddamn pussies tried some more shit.

He'd returned to the living room to hear the tell-tale rumble of Milo's bike heading down the street, glancing out the window to see it pulling into the drive way. "He's got the doc with him." There's another sigh of fuckin' relief. Milo had been a bitch to deal with lately. He stepped outside as Jessica came in, a quick smirk and touch of his fingers to the brim of his hat as she slipped past him and then he was at Milo's side.

"Knox has a hole in his side and brought in this knocked out chick." He hadn't even gotten the real story on that idea. "Four tigers trying to get into the kids room. He drew them off but they tried to light his ass on fire... and almost did just by fuckin' thinkin' about it. I'm headin' to back up Tommy." 

He nodded at Milo's directions, making his way to his bike and heading out. He'd park a block or two away and make his way on foot and hope that the cops weren't involved. Damn boys in blue just tended to get in the fuckin' way.

-He could hear Otis's bike rumble to life in the driveway behind him as he made his way towards the front door of the house.  Wherever Tommy was now and whatever shit he'd got himself into Milo had to hope that Otis would be enough to extricate him.  As for the girlfriend and her son, well he hoped that her cop bodies would keep them safe for the interim.  The humans were not his primary concern now no matter how much they might be on Tommy's mind.-

-Once he was in the living room his energy poured over the rats in heated waves, calming their beasts, as he assessed the situation for himself.  It looked like Jess had gotten Knox to take a seat so she could work on him, and Theo and Pinky were over by the couch with some blonde who looked like she was knocked out.  At least she looked knocked out until seconds after his arrival she woke up and started yowling in pain.-

"Jess whatever you're doing to Knox you need to wrap it up.  I promise you can poke and prod him more later if it makes you feel better, but right now I think you should get this chick back to one of the rooms and tend to her....or take her to the clinic if you think it's best."

-The last part was added almost as an afterthought.  With all this blood flying around he had  no idea how Vesta had been wounded or if she might have been infected.  Either way, whether Jess took her to a bedroom or borrowed a car to get her to the clinic the chick definitely didn't need to be there while the rats were discussing this shit.-

"Pinky, Frak, I know you're worried about your friend there but Jess can take care of her." -After all, Jess was a leopard and the tigers wouldn't consider her on the menu tonight.  Vesta was safer with Jess at the moment than she would be with the rats if shit hit the fan anytime in the near future.- "I need you two to get the others here stat.  I don't give a fuck whose bed you pull em out of or if they're working or whatever the fuck.  Get them here now."

-Moving towards Knox he didn't wait to see if Jess, Theo, or Remi followed his orders, he just trusted that they would.  Otis was getting Tommy but that still left Mags, Krys, Alex, and Paulie somewhere out there at the mercies of the tigers.  He wanted all four of them back here at the house before anyone made a move.  Lime green eyes scanned over Knox's wound as Milo took a knee next to the recliner and leaned forward to sniff at it before getting closer so he could run his tongue in a long wet line over the blood.-

"Tell me everything.  Don't leave out any details."

:::Not a bit of what Knox said meant that he thought the others wouldn't have put forth an effort, a damn good effort even, but having personally fought Otis he knew the man could both pack and take a wallop.  If someone had to go it was better for it to be Knox, Otis, or Milo himself.  So as much as Knox bitched about what had happened....truth was....he was glad that he had been the one there instead of one of the others who were still in town.  Had it been someone else things might have gone hellaciously different, and he didn't know what kind of crazy the King would be if any of the rats had died tonight.  Then Knox had the good grace to hope like hell that Tommy had not in fact died after he left.:::

"Tell Tommy he has shit taste in women." :::Nah, the chick seemed fine but damned if she  hadn't caused some trouble.  He called out to Otis's back as the man was leaving.  The two had agreed twice in one night which was probably a world record or something.  Knox was glad Otis was going and it made him think a little less about what might be happening to Tommy, trusting that whatever it was would be taken care of.:::

:::When Jessie entered the house and pushed him towards a chair her hands felt soft and warm against his chest.  She smelled like his King and maybe that was why he let her corral him backwards and into the recliner again.  Lifting the bottle of whiskey to his mouth he took another few swigs and then wiped off his mouth with the back of his forearm....hissing slightly as she worked at his wound with those same damn tweezers that Remi had used.:::

"Fucks the deal with you bitches and tweezers?" :::Personally he thought cutting a whole damn chunk out with the knife would be quicker and less annoyingly painful.  Sometimes a big wound was easier to stomach than a bunch of tiny irritating pokes.  In any event it was a good damn thing no one had ever suggested Knox should be a doctor, there'd probably be a lot of limbless fucks walking around.::: "You tellin' me the shit I see in movies ain't true? Jess, you're ruining my fuckin' world view here."

:::Milo entered the room and it was like being dunked in a tank of warm water.  His beast calmed and he nursed the bottle of Jack some more.  Then Vesta started her ouchies and he turned to look her over again.  Yup, hot, but kinda loud if you asked him.  Knox poked at his wound as Jessie was getting up to go tend to Vesta and he even kind of laughed when she swatted his hand away from it.::: "Alright, alright I'll leave it the fuck alone Doc."

:::Not that Milo would do the same...apparently.  The feel of the Kings hot wet tongue lapping at his wound sort of tickled but felt good.  Knox squirmed a little and laughed....the way only a lunatic could laugh under such bizarre circumstances.  When the King asked him for the details Knox began to tell the full story as best as he could once Jessie and the human were out of the room.:::

"I was on guard duty over at the house....it was late so I guess everyone was in bed and I was across the street on a neighbors roof just sort of watching everything.  Which is boring as fuck most nights I don't mind telling you.  Next time you leave town you need to leave that blonde redneck here and take me with you."  :::One sharp look from Milo and Knox got back on topic.::::

"Anyway, I felt the tigers before I saw them.....at first I thought maybe they were passing through cause I've never smelt them in the neighborhood before so I knew they didn't live there.  I mean, now and then that other tiger comes to see the kid, but these were different.  They smelled strange." :::A fact most of them could probably tell since the scent lingered on Knox:::: "Well next thing I know they're circling the house and messing around by the damn kids window.  So I didn't think that could exactly be a good thing."

"I snuck up on them while one of them was trying to crawl through the window.  Another one was holding the window up sort of to keep it quiet, so I came up behind one of them real fast and just wrapped this thing he was holding around his neck and choked him.  I wasn't going to really hurt him, but then the fourth one pulled a god damn gun out and shot me through his own damn friend.  Through his own god damn friends chest.  It's a lucky fucking thing I'm tall or the shot probably would've taken me through the chest too."

:::As Karma came down and kneeled next to Milo he reached out and ruffled her hair.::: "I'm pretty sure I'd heal better if I had some fucking food.  You want to make me something Red?" :::He was sure  he'd heard that somewhere about healing and food, but even if it wasn't true he was still hungrier than a bear.:::

"Like I was saying, the guy shot his damn friend so I let the man go and went for the gun.  Had to wrestle it out of the fuckers hands and while I was doing that one of them others lit up my back like a fucking bonfire.  So me and this fuck drop to the grass and I'm trying to put out the flames and get the gun.  Well, the gun got knocked away so I shifted and ripped the fuckers throat out.  He bled all over me like a fucking fountain."

"All this happened in maybe like a couple minutes, but now I can hear the kid crying as I'm rolling this dying fuck off me.  The one who'd been going through the window was standing there grinning with his hands on fire and I'm scrambling for the gun so I can shoot the fucker, but the smaller one was coming at me so I shot him first in one of his legs.  By then lights were on in the house and some of the others in the neighborhood and I for damn sure knew I couldn't stick around for no sirens.  So I just started hauling ass out of there hoping the fire man and the gimp would chase me down, which they did."

"Those sonofabitches chased my ass clear through the park, which is where I damn near ran over that human blondie bear.  I didn't want to leave her cause I didn't know what they might do with her so I just brought her ass here as quick as I could.  I know it's not a good idea to lead them to our house, but fuck, they would've been able to find where we lived anyway by scent alone so it didn't seem all bad to just get here fast.  Soon as I hit Payote Street they started backing off."

:::That, as far as he could remember was the whole story.  Two dead tigers, one wounded tiger and one fire tiger giving chase, a knocked out human, and here they all were.  It had been one hell of a night.  Glancing over at the Black brothers he gave them a wink which might have been kind of creepy in light of the circumstances, but he was trying to make the feel better.::::

"Go on Frik, I know you want to nom on your King.  It's natural.  Not gonna bother me a bit." :::Hell, if he wasn't nursing a bottle of whiskey and looking forward to eating a whole damn cow he'd probably be nomming on Milo too.::: "So my question is, when the fuck are we going after those fucks.  Cause there's one of them that owes me a goddamn jacket."

(Quoting from Otis's post: http://wickedlabyrinth.activeboard.com/t46664676/what-happened-natalies/ )

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This was no time to talk but he let his power wrap around Tommy, he wasn't Milo by any stretch but he had practice with Alex of being a short term substitute.

Getting back to the Rodere house took no time at all, especially since speed limits were things only other people paid attention too. As he pulled the bike into the driveway he noticed a car missing, filing that away for later questions before letting Tommy dismount.

"Let's get you inside before the neighbor's call fuckin' ghost hunters."

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Normally he wasn't very clingy with Otis, but right now any hot body would do.  Tommy clung to the man as they drove towards home and tried to warm himself.  Preoccupied with thoughts of Natalie and Kevin he felt like he'd been awake for hours when it had really only been about an hour since that first shot was fired.  Funny how shock could play tricks on you like that.  When they pulled into the driveway of the Rodere house he was relieved, but though Otis was funny Tommy wasn't in the mindset to laugh.

"I smell blood."

The words were soft and beneath his breath, but he was glad to know that Knox had at least made it home safely.  Moving towards the house his hand clutched at his cell phone in a death grip.  Someone would have to pry the thing from his cold dead hand.  Until Natalie called he was keeping a stranglehold on the phone.  Thus as Tommy walked through the door he was a pale slip of a man, wet and cold, and dressed only in a pair of boxers, his feet coated in a layer of mud so thick it looked like he was wearing socks. 

First his eyes settled on Knox and relief filled his eyes.  Knox looked better than he had expected.  Then he looked around at the rest of them.  Seeing Milo made him feel better as well since the King just sort of gave him the feeling that whatever was happening could and would be solved.  However, when someone started to ask him what was going on Tommy held up a hand to stop them.

"Let me clean up and put some clothes on first.  I just need a minute."

It wouldn't take him long, but at that moment being in his underwear caked in mud and rain was not making him feel any better about the night.  Besides, unless they were descended on immediately by tigers or cops there wasn't much he could do anyway.  Trying to smile to let them know he was okay he headed to one of the closest rooms that had a bathroom en suite.

The shower he took was utilitarian at best, just enough to get him cleaned up.  His phone was perched on the bathroom counter with the ringer turned on high so that he could hear it.  It wasn't until he was out of the shower and slipping into clothes he'd pilfered from the attached room that the phone rang.  Hopping around as he tried to pull on a pair of jeans he dashed for the phone and answered it on the third ring.

"Natalie?"

His voice was hopeful and was rewarded by the sound of her familiar voice.  Another wash of relief went through him so forcefully that it made him press his back to the wall and slide down to sit on the bathroom tiles.  A hand was pressed to his forehead as he listened to her explain what had happened after he left.  The details were filed away for later.  The important news was that she and Kevin were safe, were in protective custody, and the cops weren't looking at him as a suspect.  She promised to call him later when she knew more and then there was a moment of silence.

"I love you Natalie.  Be careful."

They hung up shortly after and he just couldn't get up off the floor for a moment so he stayed there.  How many minutes passed he wasn't really sure, but eventually he pushed to his feet and made his way back out to the living room to find the others still waiting.  Tommy's hands brushed back through his hair in tired movements that swept the dirty blonde lengths away from his face.  Then, anticipating the questions he began to tell them what he knew. 

He talked about the man that Natalie had shot years ago, about the attack on Natalie's mother that had always puzzled the Delassixe family.  Then he told them about the man outside Kevin's window and how he had met him once before with Caspian.  He let Milo know that he'd already called Caspian and didn't believe the man was really involved.  And finally he told them what Natalie had said on the phone.

"She thinks these tigers want revenge for this man she shot on the job.  If that's true then these tigers sure as hell know how to hold a grudge."  His fingers scratched idly at his scalp as though he needed something to do with his hands.  "I had to tell her about you guys, guarding the house and all.  I think the police effort is focused on the tigers, as far as they know we have nothing to do with this.  They're assuming the 'kidnappers' turned on each other.  But you know how this stuff goes.  By the time they get an executioner called, get an order, and hunt these guys down they could be gone or have found a way to get to Kevin, or anything."

Caspian rolled up to the Rodere house and parked his bike. Rather than loudly announcing his presence, he kept his big orange tiger's energy low. Not submissive... but he wasn't about to walk into someone else's yard and piss on their tree. He'd earned a lot of respect for rats after living in New York, even had a fondness for them, and he had the distinct feeling that he was here to prove some innocence when he caught the heavy scents of blood and other tigers hanging in the air. What the fuck was going on? Maybe there was a reason he'd been avoiding other tigers all this time... From what he'd seen most of them were fucking insane, and he hadn't seen too much to prove him wrong, except for Jenna and her small horde of misfits. 

He took a breath and knocked. Then he braced himself. Hopefully his ass wouldn't get shot (again) and hopefully he wouldn't have to see how fast he could out run a bunch of pissed-the-fuck-off rodents. But he trusted Tommy. He couldn't believe the white rat woud lead him into a trap like that - not when he hadn't done anything to deserve it. 

He hadn't. Right?

After letting Jess out, Alex made a beeline for Milo, if only because it'd been a while since he'd seen him and he might've missed the motherfucker, okay? Whether it was because Milo had been out of town or because the Killjoys had done that little tour, they just hadn't crossed paths in a couple months and... Yeah. Fuck that. So he nuzzled and breathed deep and settled in, more or less staying on Milo while Knox told his story. 

Then he ended up in Knox's lap, which, okay, was fine and all. But yeah. "Sup?" he said to Knox, flashing that lopsided, dorky grin of his. C'mon, what could possibly be more disarming than that? He shifted to make sure he wasn't pushing up against Knox's brand new bullet wound or anything, but at least he wasn't freaking out over the blood. Oddly enough, Alex could handle gore and bood and guts. It was having any social grace, tact, or even a degree of appropriateness that he generally failed at. Seemed to fit in just fine here, though.

He frowned when Milo talked about him and Theo staying here, but he nodded. Yeah, he could handle himself in a fight and he was a fucking survivor, but maybehe'd be more useful here holding down the fort. Still, the numbers seemed small, so he made himself speak up,

"Milo, you should take Theo."

The nuzzling and licks from his King felt nice and made him come a little more out of the shocked state that he was in.  Staying on the couch he brought his feet up onto the cushions and wrapped his arms around his legs.  Milo could plan all he liked, Tommy wasn't going to argue with him.  He couldn't agree more with the decision for him to stay at the house.  First of all, he'd be clutching his phone even in a fight and that would help no one.  But secondly, he knew that fighting just wasn't his thing.  

"I'll keep the lines open, to Natalie and the others.  Make sure Jessie knows I'm a contact point."

Communications he could do.  As they made the rest of their decisions Tommy just listened.  Only when Caspian came to the door did he uncurl from his position on the couch and stand to see the man.  Letting Milo know who it was he waited for Knox to pat Caspian down.  A hand was lifted to scratch at the back of his head.

"Cas why don't you come with me into the kitchen so we can talk."

The kitchen was open to the living room so it wasn't like they'd be far.  He just thought a bit of privacy would be a good thing after getting frisked.  Leading Caspian into the kitchen he stood with his back leaned against one of the counters.

"Kevin and Natalie are alright." He started with that so Caspian would know the most important news first.  At least to Tommy it was the important news.  Then for the second time that day he told the whole story from asking the Rodere to guard the house through to the nights dramatics.  He even told Caspian some of what they knew from Knox's part of the story.  "So, we need to know what you know about this guy, the one who came with you to the house.  Where's he from? Who is he? And what are you willing to do to help us stop him?"

Remi had just pushed off the couch and growled at Knox and his comment on the way she spoke. He didn't like it? to fucking bad! it was how she talked, and she wasn't going to change it to fucking suit him!!

"Oh will ye now??" Her accent got thicker as her temper rose and the rest of what she was going to say faded into pure gaelic. Glaring at him, only to be cut short as Milo came in the room with the flood of power, that had the black rat backing down, and Remi's temper cooling. At least towards Knox anyway.

When Vesta started to yell in pain, Remi winced. She'd forgotten the girl could get kinda shrill at times. She was glad that Jess was there now to deal with her. She'd just started to reach towards the girl, to push her hair back from her face again when Jess snapped out the order that nobody was to touch her again. Remi blinked and looked up at her. Open wound?? how the fuck had they missed that???  Well with the smell of rat blood, tiger blood and who the fuck knows what else, it wasn't all that surprising.

Remi did what she could to help get Vesta loaded up and on her way with Jess, and was probably giving calls to Krys at the same time Alex was, along with Paulie. Phone in hand waiting for replys to both calls. She hadn't seen either one for a few weeks. Krys at least she was worried about. Paulie she figured could handle himself.

As Milo started giving their marching orders, who would stay, who would go, and he looked to her, giving her the option to stay or go with him and the boys, she barely hesitated before giving a nod of her head. "Count me in...they fucked with a kid...but more than that, they fucked with family.." she bared her teeth in a feral grin "that shit dosn't fly. "

Remi could hold her own in a fight. Adian and Liam had made sure of that when she was younger and she made sure she kept up training so that what they'd taught her wouldn't go to waste. She was small, but she was quick, and tended to be rather vicious when pissed off about something.

Tommy comming in and giving his side of things, she listened quietly, waiting, watching, and absorbing information. Poor guy looked like hell. Worried and wet now from a shower to get rid of the mud.

The scent of tiger getting closer had her rat sitting up and chittering, and the anger pouring off Milo as he yanked the man inside didn't help. But she watched, listening to his explination on what he knew. shaking her head, she pulled a cigarette from the pack in her pocket, and lit it, and blew the smoke upwards. See? she knew there was a reason she didn't like Tigers...

Milo's orders about heading out with Theo to pick up their missing rats was given a nod. He didn't have any issue with picking someone up by the scruff of the neck and hauling their ass on home... especially since he'd done it before. He tugged a cigar from his pocket, slipping it between his lips to lightly gnaw as he kept his eye on the street in front of the house as Milo gave orders. He grinned around the cigar as Milo portioned them all out to Offense and Defense, it was all good as far as he was concerned.

Hearing Alex speak up for Theo and the older of the two putting in his two bits had Otis giving them each a quick nod of approval. Good, let them step the fuck up and show some balls. Remi's words had him chuckling softly, "Damn Pinky, you're about fired the fuck up for all of us. Chill." But yeah, he was teasing, doing his job of trying to keep shit from getting a bit too heavy.

"Pussy comin' up the drive," He'd snapped the shotgun he was holding loosely to his hip, bracing for recoil as he targeted the figure making its way to the door, sharp nod given to Milo though his gaze never left his target. He pivoted as Milo pulled him inside, keeping the barrel tracked on him the entire time. He only relaxed when Tommy vouched for him, easing the barrel of the shotgun down and resuming his comfortable lean against the wall.

While Tommy took Caspian into the kitchen with Knox trailing behind he looked over at Theo. "You about ready to track down some lazy ass bitches?" Meaning Krys and Mags of course.